My Little Airman pt 9 The Invasion

Part 9  The Invasion

 

>You wake up in your bed with a headache.

>Nothing a couple of tylenol won't fi-

>Fuck. Equestria. Damnit.

>As you get up, you reach for the blanket and try to grab

>FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

>Your hands make you forget about your headache

>Looking at them, they're bloody and bruised

>Shit, what did you run into last night?

>Slowly, you get up, and decide to skip PT this morning

>You're allowed to have a couple of bad mornings every now and then

>You make your way down to the kitchen, and see Fluttershy making your breakfast

>She apparently didn't think you were going to be doing PT today. Smart girl.

>You sit down, and you swear she looks a bit skittish today...well, more so today

Fluttershy, is something wrong?

>*Squee*

>She avoids looking at you, which causes you to feel uncomfortable

What's wrong?

>"How are you feeling today, Anon?"

Ok, I guess. Why? What did I do last night?

>"....Twilight said you passed out right outside the Everfree Forest..."

>Uh, don't like where this is going

>ABORT ABORT ABORT

>"She said you were punching trees and challenging the forest to...."

Ok. Enough please.

>You started to remember it all. Drinking with the Doctor, stepping outside, Ashley

>That did it

>Tears were already forming in your eyes

>*Squeek*

>That breaks you from the depression. Fighting a wavering voice, you speak

Did Twilight say anything else?

>"She did. She said that Spike would have something for you."

Thanks Fluttershy. Sorry about the trouble

>"You're better now, that's all that matters."

>Did she really think that? You were still far from any semblance of "better"

>Regardless, you smile and get up.

Thanks. I won't be so reckless again.

>What a boldface lie, but she seems to believe it.

>You go back to your room, start packing your shit, and prepare to leave

>Fluttershy looks worried

It's alright Flutters. I'm just moving some stuff. I'll be back later tonight

>You leave, wondering if she bought that

>Fucks to give?

>Aw shit, Ashley took your last one

>Fuck her

>You did

>Damnit.

>You pull out a cigar from your bag

>Amazing that you even found that cigar box in there, let alone it surviving all the shit running you had to do in the beginning

>Light up

>Your long drag from it tastes so good

The sweet taste of poison

>Walking into town, you realize you really hate your ABU cap

>You'd rather have something more badass, like a beret

>You wouldn't let that happen though, because you haven't earned that

>As you approach the library, you notice the door closed. You knock on it, and Spike answers.

Hey, Fluttershy said-

>"Yeah, here you go."

>Clearly not in the mood to talk

>He hands you a small retangle...made of metal...oh shit, is it?

>It better fucking not be

>Ok good. It's not an iPod

>Fuck Apple. No offense Applejack. I mean the company.

>It does appear to be a music player, but...

What is it?

>"A music player, duh."

>You look it over. It doesn't look like any kind of music  player you've ever used

How does it-

>"I have to tell you everything?" Sigh "Just think of a song, and it plays it loud enough to be heard by every pony."

>Why would you want that?

Why do I want-

>SIIIIIIIGGGGHHHH "Twilight said you said you wanted this last night!"

>Oh...wait, what? When did you...nevermind. You have a music player now.

>Spike is tapping his foot.

Where's Twi-

>He frowns at you. "She's not feeling well. She has a cold."

Anything I can-

>"Leave her alone."

>Testy

>He slams the door

>"We meet again, Anon."

>Not in the mood

>Turn 360 degrees, walk away...into door

>You fix yourself

>180 degrees

>She's not sick, she just doesn't want to see you...

>You hope she's not mad about last night, but she might be, seeing how cold Spike was to you

>Ponies look curiously at you

>Huh, smoking must be a new concept to them. After all, what species besides man would willingly hurt itself?

>Perhaps today's the day

>You walk over to the Carousel Boutique

>Before you enter, you put out your cigar and place it in your pocket, saving it for later

>Opening the door, you hear a bell ring

>"Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where every garment is chic, unique and-Anon! I'm glad to see you've decided to get some clothing better suited for a gentlecolt like yourself."

>You smile and hide your hands

Something like that... As you can probably guess, I'm used to working in my clothes. The uniform I currently wear was not made with actual field work in mind...

>She smiles a little less, not sure she's liking where this is going

What I want, is a lighter-weight uniform

>Smile turns to frown...to intrigue?

>You start to explain what you want...and it goes from a modified ABU uniform to Vietnam-era tigerstripe camo with matching boonie hat...and a sage green beret.

>You're not a SERE specialist, but then again, you weren't planning to wear it. You wanted a little more of a reminder of your past, half hoping it might come back

>She starts taking your measurements

>Your other half of hope is spent wanting to know if you can forget...well, in one way, you could

>Maybe you'd like to go around Ponyville a few more days and see if it's worth staying here.

>You do have an M9, and it would be rather easy...

>*SNAP*

Huh?

>Rarity snapped her....hooves? Alright how the fuck is that even possible???

>"You started staring at me. It's not very polite to stare at a lady here. And what did you do to your hooves?"

I'm sorry, I just was thinking about...stuff. I...ran into some...stuff. Anyways, when do you think you can this ready by?

>"For you darling, I'll start work on it immediately! Come back in about three days and it will be finished!"

>She looks rather eager to try something new

>Total 180 from her initial reaction

Thank you Rarity

>"Not at all a problem Anon!'

>You bid farewell and leave

>Now where to?

>Your small house

>You go inside...

>And lay on the floor

>Remembering the medpack, you take out...fuck yeah tylenol

>Crush up 5, swallow powder

>Tastes bad man

>Mild high comes after a few minutes

>At least the pain is gone. Now to business

>You contemplate life so far.

>So far as you can tell, you've messed up with Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy

>Your life back home sucked, and you're torn between wanting to remember your past and just letting it go

>It doesn't appear you have many happy memories

>And you have nightmares... except you didn't remember any discomfort this morning

>Perhaps drinking helps you sleep

>Yeah, that's a healthy lifestyle

>You suddenly are aware of some rather unpleasant noises outside

>Looking out the window, you see ponies running around screaming and...diamond dogs? Lots of diamond dogs...with spears?

>Oh fuck yes. Something to take your frustration out on

>You take your M1, about 10 clips of ammo for it, and 4 magazines for your M9 and put them in your cargo pockets

>45 shots from your M9, and 80 shots for your M1

>Should be plenty

>You go out guns a-blazing

>Picking out targets is easy, since most of these dogs are roughly the same size and color

>They look nothing like the pony folk around here

>You take aim with the M1

>And fire

>Again

>And again

>And again

>PING

>Shit, already 8 shots?

>And 8 down

>You're pretty good instictively at firing a rifle, despite no recollection of training on the M1

>You've got those SOBs' attention now

>Reload

>Fire

>Again

>And again

>They really don't know what the hell you're doing, but they don't like it.

>The noise bothers their sensitive ears

>Seeing their comrades fall disturbed them

>You charge at them

>They stop

>Fire

>PING

>They start running towards you again

>RELOAD MOTHERFUCKER!

>Nope lol, y u wana fire me?

>SHIIIIIII

>You reload after a slight fumble

>Shitty tylenol wearing off

>Fire

>Again

>Two more down

>Now they're running away from you

>You smile. It's hunting season

>You hear a loud whistle

>"Alright dogs! We have enough of them! RETREAT!"

THAT'S RIGHT YOU FUCKS! ANON HAS ENOUGH BULLETS FOR THE REST OF YOU ASS EATING BITCHES!

>You laugh

>Looking around...oh shit, the town is fucked. Ponies are scattered everywhere, none are harmed from what you can tell...

>"Anon!"

>You turn, and see Applejack

Howdy AJ, what's the news today?

>Are you sure the tylenol wore off?

>She has tears in her eyes. "Anon! They took Applebloom! Ya gotta help me!"

>You had kinda missed that accent of hers.

What about Big Mac?

>She looks at her hooves. "He tried ta stop 'em, but there're too many of em... He's doing fine now, but he's in no conTItion ta help us."

>You sober up a little

>When suddenly, you hear another familiar voice call out your name

>Looking beind you, it's Spike

>"Anon! They took her!"

>....They're climbing in your windows, they're snatching yo ponies up...

Who, what, where?

>"Come on Anon! Get with it! Those dogs took Twilight!"

>Your high came crashing down. No longer did you feel any joy in the thought of killing dogs

>You only felt rage

>They came and took away your best friend

>Or... who WAS your best friend

>And they mean to...do what with her?

>You assume the worst

I'll be right back...

>You walk to your small...home now, you suppose

>You pick up more magazines and drop off a couple of clips

>That M1 was helpful, but it won't help against close range. And they almost came close enough to you.

>Then you pick up that music player

>You walk back

>Spike asks "What's the music player for?"

I've got a good song I'm thinking of...

>"What?"

Music is one of the few things that can influence you without your consent. It can be useful when fighting.

>"...What?"

>Sigh

It will help me fight the diamond dogs. You two, stay here. I'll bring everypony I can back.

>For once, you didn't cringe at saying the "p" word

>"But Anon, we can help ya-"

No. You can't. It's something only I can do. I'm going after them.

>And like that, you leave them, going in the direction you saw the dogs run

>You declared war against diamond dog kind.